Is it different from being a parent?Not much, say I modestly. The fright and worry are the same. There are mountain lion, foxes, and a coyote in the woods. Raccoons are not so mild, either. I was up at least six times, checking all closets, the garage, and even drawers. That cat didn't and didn't and didn't come home. Then she rolls in at five minutes of seven and jumps up to her place on the kitchen windowsill to have her breakfast. I am torn between wanting to strangle her and hugging her and end up almost sobbing in her fur. Whatever she's been doing, I am now inspecting her laundry.
She almost overshadowed the premiere of my new book.